Vincent covered her lips, sucking and biting, his eyes deep and full of lust.
Emily was finally afraid, "Wait a minute! I'll confess! I'll tell you! Pregnant!"
"Who is pregnant?" Vincent bit her neck as if punishing her.
Emily clutched her neck and shouted, "I! I am pregnant!"
"How did you get pregnant?" Vincent asked deliberately.
"I'm pregnant with a bastard's child!" Emily gritted her teeth in anger.
Vincent raised his eyebrows. His big hand was measuring her belly. Her waist was still slender, and she did not look like she was three months pregnant.
Emily was too thin.
Vincent lay beside her and pulled her into his embrace.
Emily pinched him with all her might, "You knew it long ago. You make me scared every day."
"That day when I was in the bathroom, you vomited like there was no one around." Vincent gently combed her long hair with his hand.
"I thought you didn't see me," Emily coughed.
"You thought I was blind?"
"Vincent, you have been so humorous recently."